Summer's Rhyme

Verse:
The spring left with the scorching air
Ruffled my love's auburn hair
Sat beneath the green shade of tree
With a smile I got down on my knee

Autumn Cynic

Verse 1:
You ought to know what oath is
Cause you get me down on my knees
I try not to break the rule
But you are so cruel

The Coming Winter

Verse 1:
Gently pushed on the door
And I met you
You are the special angel prepared for me
To be so meaningful

The Coming Winter

Verse 1:
Gently pushed on the door
And I met you
You are the special angel prepared for me
To be so meaningful